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Daily Poem

My eyes yearn to tell a story out of the usual

My fingers yearn to create engrossing scenes out of the monotony of the day.

In the dark, I enjoy spotting a sliver of fire.

To write about the dividing line between shadow and light.

I don't want to wipe away a single tear from my eyes.

It's as though my quill's black ink is coloring the parchment.

I allow the world in my head to grow and blossom on the pages.

A place where emotions are allowed to speak and imagination is not stifled.

Somehow, amid what most would consider the craziness

I found a haven.

You slyly scribbled your steps on the papers.

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